Chapter 186: cadence, penmanship, off-field rescue.

I can't sleep anymore.

Xiaochi Chi got up, lit the candle and wrapped his husband in a fur cloak for fear he would catch a cold.

Hearing him elaborate on his dream, Ying Lou frowned: "Is it a daydream? Or is Tingyun Shi trying to remind us of something?"

Xiaochi Chi says, "Whatever the case may be, there's something that needs to be done now."

He said, "Write the fold."

Ying Lou picked up, "Go to Zhennanguan."

Xiaochi Chi raised her eyebrows at Ying Lou and called out in a loud voice, "Ling A! Shu A!"

" Zhennanguan ?"

Shu A, who was sleeping outside, was drowsy when he was summoned inside, but when he heard about this, he was immediately refreshed: "Is there something wrong with the general?"

Xiaochi Chi said, "I'm tired of living a free life for a month or two, but I'm tired of being a wanderer all the time. Today I had a dream and woke up thinking about my father, so I wanted to go to Zhennanguan to spend some time with him and do my filial duty."

Hearing that there was no war, Shu A seemed to put his mind at ease and sighed: "Sir, why do you mention this again? The last time you came back from Zhennanguan, you were all wounded, and the wound on your leg took a long time to recuperate, so you looked scared. Shu A just hope that the frontier is safe, you can be at home every day, less sword-fighting things, as soon as possible to hire a young wife, to start a family ......"

Shu A nagged Xiaochi Chi to burn.

"All right, all right, I know I'm the only hope in our village." Xiaochi Chi smiled and said, "Please ask Sir Shu A to sharpen the ink for me so that I can hand in the folders in the morning."

Shu A : "......" ugh.

"Why are you on night duty." Xiaochi Chi asked casually, "Where is Ling A?"

Shu A went to the desk, took the ink ingot, poured water into the ink stone, sharpened an ink stone, and then took the empty folders and stood by the side: "According to the rules, I returned to the house before the curfew. Ling A has been in the first half of the night, I saw that he was so sleepy that he could not open his eyes, so I asked him to rest first, and I will serve you in the second half of the night."

Xiaochi Chi said, "You don't have to wait here, about the zhengzhi matter, I have to discuss it with Gongzi Shi."

Shu A answered, came to the bedside, and helped Gongzi Shi out of bed.

Xiaochi Chi spread the fold and asked behind his back, " Shu A , how is your sister doing?"

Shu A seems to be thinking about her own thoughts, and she smiles after a moment of silence: "Thanks to your blessing, Qing A is doing well. She has grown a lot lately, and her needlework is much better than it was a month ago. She has been saying that she wants to follow the Nan Southern tradition and make a blessed garment for you to wear, so that you can be invulnerable to swords and spears. I laughed at her because she and I were both young when we entered the country, drinking Central Plains water and eating Central Plains corn, and had never even met a few Nan Southerners, so why follow the Nan Southern tradition ......"

Xiaochi Chi said, "She has heart."

"Why are you so polite, sir?" Shu A helped Ying Lou to sit on the wheelchair, "Back then, Qing A and her grandparents were both infected with the epidemic, if not for your help, Qing A would not be alive now. Shu A is grateful for your kindness, this life is all yours, you can take it anytime you want."

"Go go go, what do I need your life for." Xiaochi Chi said, "You're so nagging, you're not old, but you look like a little old man."

The little old man, Shu A, smiled a little blushingly, showing two dimples, and then covered the door and went away.

The door was closed, Yeshu Li paced twice in front of the door, seeming to have made up his mind, turned around and walked outside the courtyard, whispered some instructions to the two servants guarding the courtyard, and went back to his hut.

The Toki family treated their servants well, and most of them had a private house to live in.

He changed into a thick outer garment, hastily dressed up, and then opened the box under the bed, took a wooden box, open it to see, inside are piles of silver tickets, looks like a lot of money.

He locked the box with a small lock, went to the door, and stopped for a moment, turned back, took out another small box from the box, did not even have time to look, ambled on the side of the table, on the ink in the ink residue wrote a few lines of beautiful words, folded three stacks of paper, stuffed into the small box, and locked up, and took the General's waist card, went to the back door of the General's residence.

Uncle Huang, who was guarding the back door, opened the door for him with a yawn: " Shu A, where are you going?"

Yeshu Li bowed his head, holding two small and large wooden boxes, and stomped his feet twice as if he was afraid of the cold: "My son asked me to do something."

Yeshu Li is a close friend of the young general, and a loyal and well-behaved person, Uncle Huang did not doubt him, so he let him go out, and did not forget to remind: "curfew, do not forget to bring the belt tag. I'll leave the door open for you, when will you be back?"

Yeshu Li looked up at the sky and replied, "Before the fourth watch."

With those words, he held the box and disappeared into the night.

As soon as Shu A left, Xiaochi Chi turned to him for advice: "Sir, how do I write a zheng?"

In the end, Xiaochi Chi was only a high school dropout and had never even written an application to join the party.

The sound of a reeling wheelchair rocking from the bedside.

Xiaochi Chi immediately faced the table, pushed the folders aside, and waited for his husband to come on board and preach in person.

Under the shadow of the lamp, a tiger skin cloak opened up, gently circled Xiaochi Chi from behind, like a fish in the net.

A slightly cold hand took hold of his right hand, guiding him to push the folders back in front of him and guiding him to hold the quill again.

Ying Lou whispered in his ear, "I've always believed that it's better to teach someone to fish than to give them a fish."

Xiaochi Chi, who was still thinking about things, was shaken to the point where he lost all thoughts, and his mind was filled with which was the best: braised carp or steamed sea bass.

Ying Lou led him to write down the title, sign it, and ask him, "Is it hard to hold it like this?"

Xiaochi Chi shakes his head.

"Won't you want to throw up?"

Xiaochi Chi shakes his head.

Ying Lou wrote a salutation to His Majesty on the top frame of his right hand, while his left hand gently touched his pulse: "His face is fine, but his heartbeat is a bit fast."

While doing his business, he lamented, "It used to be possible to monitor it in real time, but now you can only touch it."

With that, he complimented Xiaochi Chi, "That's a good boy."

Finding Xiaochi Chi a little out of breath, Ying Lou stopped teasing him and just thought to herself, "How cute is that?

With one hand, he presses Xiaochi Chi's pulse, and with the other, ink gurgles from the end of his brush, quite elegantly, as Tingyun Shi's handwriting used to.

Imitation was not very difficult for him, and he learned it after a few glances.

The reason is very concise, and the reason is also very bright and righteous, saying straightforwardly that Tingyun Shi does not want to waste time, playboy days, and would like to go to the army to experience, to serve the sovereign, to do the duty of the time family.

If the original owner's dream is true, then the time family calamity will begin with the hemlock killing.

In a new life, they have to at least guard their father's side and preserve his life.

After Xiaochi Chi calmed down, he examined the handwriting on the paper and was surprised to see that he had even mentioned himself in the zheng, "Are you going too?"

Ying Lou rests her chin on Xiaochi Chi's shoulder and gazes earnestly at the brushstrokes: "I have to watch you."

"The border is bitter as hell." Xiaochi Chi moved his body, wanting to tell him to look at himself and think about it, "Besides, the world line is not clear, who knows if the target of the mission is a mole, or something else. You stay in Wang City, you can still help me guard the main rear."

"No need." Ying Lou was unmoved, "We'll get the world line."

Xiaochi Chi : "Sir has a way to go back?"

Ying Lou said, "No."

"That ......"

"The mountain won't come through, and I can't get through." Ying Lou said with certainty, "But someone will figure it out. There's no need to rush."

On the afternoon of the day this letter was submitted, the Emperor sent an order to Tingyun Shi to come to the palace and meet him in the imperial study.

Noticing that the emperor had summoned several princes to come, Xiaochi Chi had three points in mind, and his face did not change, but his heart frowned slightly.

"...... Zhennanguan?" After listening to Tingyun Shi's request, Yuanzhao Yan, who did not know about it yet, changed his face slightly, "Is there any war?"

The emperor said: "No. It was Yun Ting who asked himself to go to the border. Yun Ting's heart is for her father and her country, and her pure loyalty and filial piety is touching."

Several of the princes looked at each other two by two and vaguely guessed something.

Some bowed their heads in silence, while others looked flickering.

To go to the military training, is the highest honor, the emperor is still a son, also went to the Beifu Army in the frontier stability of the peace period to serve two years, one has made a lot of war achievements, two can also understand the hardships of the warriors at the frontier, three has the face of the glory, today the emperor specially called the sons to come, its intention is clear.

Yuanzhao Yan hesitated a little, thought about it, and was about to step out: "My son ......"

Behind him Yuanheng Yan took a step forward and calmly arched his hand and said, "Father, my son is willing to go."

Yuanzhao Yan's steps stiffened, stood firm, and smiled: "Since the thirteenth brother is willing to go, I will not take away the good of others."

After that, Yuanzhao Yan turned back to Yuanheng Yan and gave him a flirtatious wink.

Yuanheng Yan, however, is still that regular, white snow and green pine look, the posture is like a bayonet rubbed by the snow.

Yuanzhao Yan was bored, turned his head and glanced at Tingyun Shi.

...... don't go away for a while, the sixth master wants to hear your explanation.

When the Emperor saw Yuanheng Yan's willingness to go, he was pleased and rewarded him with a sword and ordered Yuanheng Yan to pack up and leave in half a month.

Xiaochi Chi thanked me with his mouth, but his heart was not easy.

That's exactly what Xiaochi Chi is worried about.

If last night's strange dream was a real thing that happened, who knows when General Shi will be killed by hemlock?

The matter was urgent, but if I went to Zhennanguan privately without the Emperor's permission, with the status of the Shi family, it would inevitably cause some discussion and damage to the reputation of the Shi family.

Now the other side of the bureau may have unfolded, if you want to not fall into enough, one needs intelligence, and the other needs to take the initiative.

It's not easy to get information.

Time family in order to avoid criticism, quite clean, rarely involved in the court, not to mention the cultivation of their own forces, the Beijing intelligence network is few, so if you want to see the full picture of events, in the final analysis, or need the world line.

The good thing is, Xiaochi Chi never counted on luck, the world line is the best, if not, go find another way out.

If you take the initiative, who should you start with?

The first thing you need to do is to find out whether it's Yeshu Li who went out last night, Ziling Chu who said she was resting in her room but wasn't there, Yuanzhao Yan who had a personal desire to befriend the original owner, or Yuanheng Yan who volunteered to go to the border.

Inside the main god space.

089 sat in 023's office, the light brain's light blue light pattern projected on the duo's white shirts, sending out a ripple of seawater-like waves.

089 sent a docking signal for the seventh time, which still showed a docking failure.

023 asked him, "Still no contact 61?"

089 put down his communicator and said painfully, "Yeah. Dad is very sad, and he only contacts me when he wants money for living."

023 has long been surprised by his drama, lowering his head and clicking the keys of the game console, saying, "It's a bad signal, right? Besides, 61 is doing a task, you have to drag him with you not to do the right thing?"

089 Condemned: "You don't care about him either."

023: "What do I care about him?"

089 sighed, "It is also. Children are too big for their mothers."

023 face expressionless, head did not look up, a foot stomped his slip wheelchair out.

089 quick-eyed, a grabbed his bare ankles, two sliding wheelchairs slid out together, thumping two sounds hit the wall, both overturned.

023 struggled to get up and found that the bird he had played for more than 3,000 points had hit the wall, and the screen showed a big "Game Over".

023 was so angry that he raised his foot to kick 089, 089 patiently grabbed his calf, a hold of his back, put him face to face into his arms and put him on the desk: "Okay, okay, compensate you compensate you."

023 took the book on the table and threw it at him, "Who are you coaxing?"

089: "How about I cover your night shift ten times?"

023 pooh-poohed: "Don't even think about it, if you use your light brain to play G-V, you can play hundreds of G a night, cheap, think beautiful."

089 said, "So I'll call you back?"

023 threw the game console to him, "3217 points. If you can't beat it back you don't leave this door today."

089 Hey, picked up the game console and manipulated the bird to move gently up and down.

023 let him guard here to play the game, he went out the door, walked two steps and then turned back, fiercely said: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

089 was busy saying, "Curry."

023 muttered, "Beautiful to you. Curry."

With that, he closed the door and walked towards the supermarket.

Sitting alone in an empty room, 089 hums a song and plays a game while thinking about his thoughts.

Last time, when 061 went back into space, he had obviously used the amulet he had given him.

At that time, he suspected that the one who was "in between" had made a move on 61 and had tripped, but without success.

So this time, he deliberately left an eye on the 61 next mission began to look for opportunities to contact him, but the signals sent are like a stone sinking into the sea, no more messages.

Looks like there's trouble again.

089 One hand controlling the game bird, one hand stroking the tear mole under the eye, slowly thinking of ways to cope.

Half an hour later.

When 023 returned to the office with two curries, it was empty, and 023's game console was lying quietly on the table, with the game screen on it showing paused.

3217 points, one point not more, one point less.

023 picked up the game console, which still had the warmth of the man's palm on it.

...... where did he go?